Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.